[Master P Talking] Yo Silkk and C-Murder just remember as brothers blood is thicker than water and can't no man women or object infiltrate this family
story goes everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's but ill never help your ass in this game nigga... Who's Da Killer? [Master P] Rat-
tru niggaz ride (no limit soldiers) Repeat Smokin weed, makes me feel fine Lord I got the chronic on my mind (repeat) [master p] Playaz get high, let's get
microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it Fuck
David Banner Hey T.I.P. You know yo, folk be stayin' down on the road man Rollin' all the way from Florida, M.I.A. on up to Duvall On up to Tennessee
predictability Maneuvers of mind fully designed 'cause I'm true to the rhyme We do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone, attackin' you wack clones Vernacular right
Yo, life's web, wants me in debt And tries to collect my breath as ransom In return for my soul's silhouette How deep does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys
rich. Smokin my weed and drinking hennesey down by the pitcher. Ain't no slippin because my click is fuckin airtight. So playa hater get yo shit right
The black pre-madonna Don't mess with me, I does what I wanna (she does what she wanna) To get my name right Yall ride my style like childs on Huffy
and hopped the right the fuck on in E-Double set it Yo P, this is Sandy and Lynn, Duke I said yo, "What's the deadly yo?" She said, "Sex, you wanna feel yo
talents That the doctors have described as a chemical imbalance Of the and the on my memory bank (Weed, drank) My distorted words recorded make your minds go blank [Unverified] Yo
get some get back Kill out to all our enemies, we killin' all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend My militant mind
get wickeed and all hockey masks outlasted past souls they fall and ball snap they head off wit my carvin' knife then commence to saw until i get jack
Chorus: Allah sees everything, everything Allah sees everything, everything ... [p.r. terrorist] Yo, master thought inaudible to palms Swing ya magic
raise cane and snap your back, rip out your veins Crack your frame, return you loopbback from where you came [ 9th prince ] Yo, yo I'm the master of
gushin, commotion Still zonin off the war potion [beretta 9] Yo wha, yo We be the masters of circuference, My thought cant behold body, mind control
"No Limit Studios" "Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" "Nigga, who the fuck is this?" "This P, nigga, what's happenin?" "This ain't no mutha fuckkin' P
] Said East Side, where you at, yo what the deally And to my ladies over West can you feel me Tell me what the deal with the South And tell me Master P